Trench Trophy Lyrics

K.O.P. kid, bitch, I'm a trophy in the trenches

I do my dougie out of town, I come home, I'm still with it

Free my twin up out that cell, you know it's good, I'm still with you Only thing I want for Christmas is Webby back, but I ain't get it

I'm a trophy that ain't goin' on the shelf, I tote pistols

Clip extended for a nigga that's actin' like they tryna get it

Beat her back a couple times, then pass her down, I'm not stingy

Play a bitch closer than close, you know these hoes, they all friendly

Foeski no longer respondin' on the gram to no mentions

Give a fuck if niggas raise the white flag, we still blitzin'

No peace treatin' with the opps or middle-manning ass niggas

Like why the fuck y'all keep on sendin' all them shots and none hittin'

Okay cool, I can name a lot of weird shit that niggas do

459's and robberies is what my niggas like to do

I got some bad communication, lot of bitches say I'm rude

A lot of bitches still fuckin', still throwin' payments too

I get to thinkin' bout my family when I'm locked inside the booth If I don't make it, who gon' make it, I can't be no average dude

Figure eights inside the foreign, I can dog out any coupe

Hollow points and armor piercing rounds equipped inside my tool

Bitch, I been been huntin', and road runnin', it's nothin' new

Too many trials I overcame, I focused up and saw it through

Too many times I made a call and niggas wasn't comin' through

Every time I get the drop, you better know we spinnin' through It ain't no date on get back, just stack yo' pape and play it cool

A lot of niggas felt these knuckles, left a couple eyes bruised

Just drop the pin, I'm pullin' up, this ARP hang out

Just drop the pin, I'm pullin' up, this ARP hang out the roof

And every time I hit up Bone, he thinkin' that it's time to shoot

Scary niggas, weird bitches, stay from round me, shit be boof Aaron Donald, comin' off the line of scrimmage, make a move

I done sold a lot of grammy's, just from Cali to the boot

If niggas actin' inconsiderate, then give they ass the boot

It's funny how my niggas got a wack jumper, but love to shoot Get in my feelings time to time, be thinkin' what Charles would do

My young bull'll walk him down, the shell-catcher won't leave a clue

K.O.P. kid, bitch, I'm a trophy in the trenches

I do my dougie out of town, I come home, I'm still with it

Free my twin up out that cell, you know it's good, I'm still with you Only thing I want for Christmas is Webby back, but I ain't get it

I'm a trophy that ain't goin' on the shelf, I tote pistols

Clip extended for a nigga that's actin' like they tryna get it

Beat her back a couple times, then pass her down, I'm not stingy

Play a bitch closer than close, you know these hoes, they all friendly